I was driving on the road on a hot day, feeling my back sweating as my air conditioner of the car was broken. A boy, looking exhausted. ran quickly towards me, eager to sell his coconuts. He looked like he was only about 12 years old and his skin was dark. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have already known the bitterness of life. "Coconut, 20 naira each. "He said in a low voice. I felt so thirty, so I didn't bargain with him and bought one. I gave him 50 naira. He didn't have the change. so I asked him not to worry. He said thanks and passed me another, smiling and showing a row of perfect teeth.
Another couple of weeks later, I met him again at the same place. I had learned more about the poor community where it was not that uncommon to see a little boy who should be in school standing on the comer selling fruit in the hot sun. My parents had raised me to be aware of the advantages we had been afforded and the responsibilities it brought to us.
I stopped and rolled down the window. He had a couple of coconuts. which were so heavy to carry that he had to sit in the corner. "What's wrong? Why not go to school?" I said. "I. I haven't got enough money to get a textbook. I took out two new 500-naira bills from my pocket. "Is that going to work?" I said. He glanced nervously about before he accepted them. A thousand naira is a great deal for a boy whose family is likely to earn five thousand naira or less every year. "Thank you very much. sir, "he said, with tears rolling down his cheeks. "Many thanks!
When I was on my way home, I was thinking about whether or not my little friend was really using that money for school books. What if I was taken in? Then I thought about why I did it. Did I do it to make myself feel better? It occurred to me afterwards that I did not know his name or the least bit about him, and it never occurred to me to ask him.
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One afternoon in September, I went to the poor community again.
The boy led me into his house.
